"She's gonna be a fun one boys." Allison's vision was foggy as she came to. The dirty outlaws gathered around the fire, stared at her and she didn't think they were going to be very nice. She tried to move, but she couldn't. Her hands and feet were bound.
"Jed, look at all that bright red hair, she'll be even better once we cut that binding off her chest." Allison froze with fear. She had tried hard to dress and look like a man. She looked around hoping that someone would kill her or save her. Neither seemed to be happening. Allison Jade Franks had no idea if she would live through this.
Lane Powell rode through the thick fog. He knew the gang wouldn't be following him in this fog. He smiled at how heavy his saddle bags were. He looked around and listened, never letting his guard down. A good outlaw was a careful one. A bad outlaw that was wet behind the ears, was a dead one. He stopped in a rocky out cropping and made camp. Time to count all of his earnings.